Hideous Beauty
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. If I did,
1.Yolei's outfit would get a complete makeover. 2. Iori would be taller. 3. There'd be a lot more than 50 episodes. 4. Silphymon wouldn't look like a humanoid chicken-footed cat-man. 5. Michi no Armor Shinka would be a movie. 6. Wormmon would have an armor form (that was in Adventure 02). 7. Takeru and Iori's DNA digimon wouldn't look like a giant teapot. 8. Miyako wouldn't just be a housewife! 9. Ken would've finished college by age 16. (In the Japanese version, the interviewer says he could go to any college in America he wanted to because of his intellect.) 10. The Daemon threat wouldn't be left hanging. 11. Ken and Kari would get married.
Recognize all of those symptoms and I might've won the lottery. (Not that I play the lottery).
I only own the plot & story, so don't sue, don't steal. Thanks.
It is a commonly known fact that in fairytales, the princesses are always beautiful, pretty, or fairest in the land. But surely it is not possible for every princess to be born blessed with such a gift? 'Tis not, for mankind is far from perfect. But what of those princesses without the privilege of beauty? Here is a tale of the ugly princess that was recognized by the beauty in her heart.
Yet this princess wasn't the picture of perfection in personality either, not quite the innocent, kind-hearted, oh-so-gentle, nature-loving, petite, damsel-in-distress girl. She was feisty, short-tempered, and had an unpredictable anger that flickered up every so often. Our princess had a sharp tongue and biting words. The complete opposite of the fairy tale ones. And this is her story.
Magnolia petals swayed gently with the breeze. The wind sang in excited whispers, softly caressing every flower bud before gingerly plucking a few petals to carry away with it. The lost petals followed the wind, tens of hundreds swirling together to create a whirlpool simulation. Mayhap they were celebrating something, performing their ballet for some occasion? Indeed they might've been.
The petals flew into an open balcony window, ushered by a gust of wind and landed on the edge of a cradle. As if stopping to admire the new born girl that they were dancing for the birth of, the petals ceased their traveling and the wind abandoned its blowing. They then gathered in the wind, swiveling around the head of the slumbering girl; awed of her delicate white skin, scarlet lips and long lashes. The child was gorgeous—a worthy ruler of the Inoue Kingdom. Her name was Miyako.
As the years passed, young Princess Miyako grew prettier and prettier. By the tender age of six, she was utterly angelic of face. She had beautiful lavender tresses that cascaded past her shoulders, glittering eyes that sparkled in dazzling shades of chocolate amber. With her pale flawless skin and charming smile, she was truly something from a fairytale.
Yet as her age progressed, nature and fate decided to jerk the strings.
By age ten Miyako's lavender locks no longer shined, but became of a dull sheen, and frizzy like straw, often sticking up at odd angles and completely untamable. No one knew what had brought on this change. Three years later, Miyako's skin had become red and splotchy, and she was no longer porcelain pale. Freckles dotted her face and her nose became larger and rounder. The petite mouth she was used to grew disproportionately bigger.
At age sixteen, Miyako became horrible to gaze upon. Her gait was no longer graceful, but almost always clumsy and stumbling. Her parents and sister became ashamed of her, but she herself was the most disgraced. Still the suitors came, but mostly for her position, not her. Yet one glimpse at her, and even the most determined suitor left. Miyako often wept and raged, cursing her fate and throwing anything within her reach to quell her fury.
At this, the king finally snapped and locked her away in a smaller castle outside the borders of the kingdom, There, Miyako had six servants who served her in shifts. She was desperately miserable and so depressed she began to contemplate suicide.
One night, unable to bear the anger of her father, the confinement to this solitary asylum, the loneliness and misery, she escaped under the cover of night after slipping her sleeping pills into the servants' drinks. Miyako managed to stuff her satchel with a few loaves and some cheese, and smothered ashes on the scrappiest cloak she had to avoid being recognized. She pulled together a satchel of her belongings and snuck out through the window, nimbly albeit clumsily slipping down the magnolia tree next to her window. Miyako left through the back entrance.
She wandered about in the nearby forest, stumbling through the underbrush in hopes of getting to the castle. With a sudden wave of misery, Miyako realized that she'd be punished and sent back. She couldn't live in the town either, for she'd be recognized. Heartbroken, she trudged in the direction of the neighboring kingdom.
Miyako meandered in the forest for many days, hopelessly lost. However, her luck held and Miyako was able to find a safe shelter every night and had no meetings with any forest predators and she was able to find food when her supply became low. Miyako hadn't the faintest idea where she was and continued forward until one night, when the moon was a waxing gibbon.
She had been in the forest for about four days, and longed for company and a bed. Miyako was contemplating going home, mumbling misery, when overhead, the sky darkened and thick black clouds fat with rain audibly moved in. Glimpsing the gloomy sky above her, Miyako gingerly pulled up her hood, kept her head down and quickened her pace. One by one the innocent raindrops fell on her face and combined with her tears, sliding down her cheeks.
'How lucky the raindrops are,' she thought. 'They are all made the same, all perfectly beautiful, worry-free in their brief existence and then combining into one, always careless.'
Thinking of home, of her family and of her loyal servant friends, Miyako soon grew regretful and exhausted. Yet it was too late to turn back, for soon night would be upon her, and she was in the thickest part of the forest. Exhausted, Miyako found shelter underneath a large dead-looking tree with twisting branches that snaked far into the sky, looming ominously by the forest trail. She took no notice of it and plunked down at the base of the trunk, glad for shelter and rest.
Digging in her small bag of provisions, she removed a stale slice of bread and a small hunk of cheese. Miyako turned the bag inside out and a few crumbs spilled into her lap.
"Oh well. I guess I'll have to find more when these clouds go away."
Very sparingly, she began to nibble at her meager rations and gazed up at the snaking branches that torturously twisted above her head, taking childish delight from trying to discern certain pictures in them. She had found a dog with two tails, a chicken with a big head, a shoe with a really long heel and a crown before she discovered that her face was wet with tears.
Miyako sat silently; engrossed in deep thought before a sudden distant jolt of lightning brought her to her senses. She gathered the cloak tighter around herself and looked up in annoyance as the leafy canopy began to drip.
'What a fool I am. To leave home and wander into the forest.' Miyako thought bitterly. As if agreeing with her, a particularly large bolt of lightning crackled and lit up the sky, sending more pouring rain to beat upon the thoroughly drenched ground.
The atmosphere became considerably colder and Miyako determined that sitting underneath a very tall, very old, very combustible, maybe dead tree during a wild lightning storm, no matter how little shelter it provided, could be very deadly. She clumsily scrambled from the shade of the tree and stalked glumly to try and find shelter elsewhere. Miyako found a small rocky overhang and gratefully plopped down under it, not caring in the least about the dampness of the ground.
The rain continued ceaselessly for the next few hours, and Miyako soon lost track of time. To pass the storm, she began to sing to herself. Despite having no beauty and negative grace, Miyako had a pleasant voice that was ill fitted with her face. One of the songs she remembered best from her childhood was the one that the nurse sang to her once in a thunderstorm.
"Have courage my soul, and let us journey on. Though the night is dark, and I am far from home…"
Miyako paused in realization that she had forgotten the next part. Improvising, she launched into the chorus, feeling sleepy. "Hallelujah, Hal-le-lu-jah…" Miyako continued singing quietly, feeling her eyelids droop. Despite her words, the storm did not yield, but continued its reign.
"…The morning light appears…" Miyako finished her song as she drifted off to slumber, forgetting the warnings about predators of the night. As the last tone of her song finished ringing, a loud baying broke the pattering applause rhythm of the rain. Miyako heard the sound, but her eyes rebelliously closed. 'Oh well. I've outlived my welcome. Thank you, mum and dad, for giving me life. Thank you, Moemoe for tolerating me. No longer shall I plague this world with my existence. May the gods pity me in heaven.' Miyako smiled, despite her broken heart and lapsed into a peaceful slumber she knew she'd never awake from.
Several pairs of golden piercing eyes blinked brightly in the brush, slowly closing in. Padded paws swiftly stepped through the tangled floor, silent as night. They surrounded their prey, eager and blissful to find such easy prey. The largest, gray of coat and fierce of face, stepped up to the sleeping food and curled his lips upward in a ferocious grin, revealing sharp canines. The signal. They stalked forward, stealthy as the dark. They lunged.
A/N: Yay! My first fanfiction! Please review! I just want one review as motivation to type the next chapter! One to know that somebody wants me to continue! Please! The alliteration at the end was not intended. Did you notice?
What will happen to Miyako? Does anyone miss her? Will fate be nicer to her? Does she die? Will the rating go up? (probably not) Will I ever stop asking questions and trying (unsuccessfully) to get you hooked? (and hopefully review). Sorry this story kinda stinks.
Okay, sorry Miyako fans that she's the ugly princess. Oh well. Maybe I'll let her be pretty by the end. No, I'm not saying Miya's ugly! She just is in this fic! Hmm, who's next?
One review for the next chapter! One! (If you flame, please have a reason!)
Disclaimer: I do not own the song 'The Storm is Passing Over'.
